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Find me a shooter.

Fred put him through a meat grinder.

Sounds to me like Mr. Clark

needs to choose his friends

a little more carefully.

Terry's like a, a hick from Gisborne, okay,

but with delusions of grandeur.

I say anything to you, he'll know.

He'll get whoever he wants.

He'll kill me.

G'day, I'm Fred.

Hello there.

Did you hear what happened to Freeman?

He got nabbed traveling on a false passport.

So I certainly wouldn't wanna be the bloke

who made that call when he finds out

how they got him.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

I always said you look

better without makeup. - Terry.

Did I scare you?

Missed you.

That problem I had,

it's been sorted.

You mean Doug?

Only cost me 10 grand.

Maybe they give you a discount for useless junkies.

So he's dead?

Yeah, Fred took them out to the bush.

He shot Doug first,

then Izzy begged him to shoot her too,

so he did.

Dog's are okay though.

He doesn't kill dogs, apparently.

Don't be frightened.

Ally, the last thing I wanna do is upset you.

I'm not only telling you

so you understand the situation.

Hey?

So you know where we stand.

You're late.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of driving involved,

taking care of your shit.

My shoulder's seized up.

I'm in bloody agony.

All right, about the job, it's all done?

No, I winged both of 'em,

they're probably down at Russell Street right now

talking to the Jacks.

Christ's sake.

Just wanna hear you say it.

I told you on the phone,

it's done and dusted.

Uh, uh, here's a handbag.

It was in the car.

Wallet and keys.

Supposed to leave the keys with the car at the airport.

Yeah, about the car, there's a bit of a hitch.

Is he a moron?

The car goes to the airport

so it'll look like they pissed off.

Calmo, Roberto, you'll give yourself a heart attack.

Look, I asked you to arrange a service.

The job's done.

Half done.

They're dead, aren't they?

Loose ends could finish us.

Where is it?

He said he ran out of time.

So he left it here?

And what was he late for,

his mum's funeral?

Street like this, you fart, it gets noticed.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Not now? - What?

What's wrong?

What are you doing?

Piss on the fucking tree.

Look, it's either this

or you get a big wet stain

inside your precious bloody Merc, all right?

Listen, what are we gonna do about the car?

You hop in it,

you drive it out to the airport

and you leave it in the long-term car park,

where it's supposed to be.

- Me? - You hired him.

The cops could be surveying the vehicle.

What do you think this is, "James Bond?"

Oh, cops do that stuff, all right?

They leave the victim's car,

see who comes to it-- - No one's watching.

Then you do it.

Mother of God have mercy on us.

Follow me, all right?

You can do that.

And when this is finished,

you get rid of all this stuff,

for good.

After the mess with the Wilsons' car,

Frank Tizzoni wasn't taking any more chances.

When it came to getting rid of the keys,

he threw them in a stormwater drain

where the first heavy rains

would wash them straight into Port Phillip Bay,

never to be seen again.

Are you offering to sell me

your whole operation, Terry?

No, just Australia and New Zealand.

I keep Europe and the US.

Yes, it states it right here

That should say, "Terrance James Sinclair agrees to sell."

It's my new name, I changed it legally.

You running, Terry?

Why would I run, Bob?

Well, that's what I'd like to know.

I'm expanding, not running.

The bloke who started at McDonald's,

you think he manages every store by himself?

No, he starts them off

and someone else does that

while he fuck, plays golf.

Yeah, it's called franchising.

The point is, I'm offering you the Australian end,

lock, stock and barrel,

an even 20 million.

With 10% due up front.

Oh, no worries, I'll just give Howard Hughes a bell,

see if he can kick in a mil or two.

You know how much smack we move every month.

What would you say the organization's worth?

Well, it does come with some liabilities.

I'll straighten out the Singapore end.

Talk's cheap, Terry.

Hello?

Ally, I need your help with something.

Now?

What's wrong?

This is important.

I'll come round in a couple of hours.

Be ready to go.

He wouldn't hurt you though, Ally, would he?

Who knows?

I didn't think he'd hurt Doug either.

Have you done anything?

No, I, I don't think so.

God, I don't even know anymore.

It could be anything.

Maybe you should just leave him.

I'll help you.

I can't leave him.

Yes, you can.

Do you want me to come out with you?

Come on, Ally.

Just there.

That's $2 million worth of smack.

I've gotta go to Singapore for a few days,

sort things out,

shake things up.

I need someone back here that knows about this.

In the end,

you're the only person I trust.

Will you help me, Ally?

Of course.

I'll do anything.

My yank lawyer reckons they couldn't charge me

unless they found my phony passport.

Not in the States they couldn't,

but my informant tells me

the Commonwealth have a passport application

with your photo on it

and the false name matched to a US entry card.

No, that's enough.

Your informant got any ideas

about how they latched onto me in the first place?

Well, it wasn't my documents.

They were legit.

I, I mean they were dodgy, obviously,

but they were top-quality dodgy.

Well, our best bet is to deal with it at committal,

so it never even makes it to trial.

Happily, we have some very thirsty friends

over at the magistrates,

including his worship Murray Farquhar himself.

I'll leave yous to it.

If you need any more drinking money,

just let me know.

Why don't you use two fingers, Nick?

That way I can get a second opinion.

Cover yourself, Bob.

I've got a weak stomach.

The reason you're pissing all the time is your prostate.

It's enlarged.

Enlarged? I-I-Is it a tumor?

It's possible.

Only way to find out and be 100% sure is a biopsy.

Should we do one?

It involves a very big needle.

You people are sadists.

Relax, just have a regular prostate exam,

drop a bit of weight and get some exercise.

Does running up the stairs

at Randwick to the members count?

Your blood pressure's through the roof, Bob.

You're in prime heart attack country.

Well, I-I've had a stressful run.

Bad weekend at the track?

Amongst other things.

Look, uh, I heard about a business opportunity,

a bloke Freeman introduced me to.

Could be a lot of money in it.

I like the last part.

The thing is, it's outta my usual area of expertise.

Jesus, son, put it away.

Just thought you'd wanna see a sample.

It's good stuff he reckons.

All right, mate, we believe you.

How much of this have you got exactly?

Uh, just about 140 kilos.

140 kilo?

Yeah, give or take a K,

you know, scales aren't great.

Yeah.

Think I may be able to raise that deposit.

Here's to you, Bob.

The Australian legal system,

and to our learned chief magistrate, Murray Farquhar,

who makes sure that justice gets done,

eventually.

Comes with the job, George.

From first to last,

this was a case of persecution,

and I will not abide that in my court.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Drink to that, cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Sorry, Bob, bottle's empty.

I know you gotta head off soon,

but I've made us some lunch.

Hey, Ally, I go for two weeks.

I don't give a fuck about lunch.

♪ Let the little girl dance ♪

♪ She never danced before ♪

♪ Let her on the floor ♪ ♪ Let her on the floor ♪

♪ Let the little girl dance ♪

♪ She wants to give it a try ♪

♪ So let the little girl by ♪ ♪ Let the little girl by ♪

Ignore it.

I can't, I can't.

♪ Standing by herself ♪ ♪ Standing by herself ♪

♪ Now she got the nerve to take the chance ♪

♪ So let the little girl dance ♪

Come in. - G'day, Ter.

Ally,

this is Aussie Bob.

We've already met.

Oh, thanks.

Lovely meal, Allison.

I'm supposed to be dieting,

but that made it hard.

Uh, Terry,

maybe we should get going.

Your flight leaves at four.

We have to discuss some business first.

Ally, I've decided to sell

the Australian end of the organization to Bob.

From now on, you'll be working for him.

Working with me, actually.

I, I don't understand.

Well, Bob will need someone

to show him the ropes.

I'll be guaranteeing supply from Asia

and coming back from time to time,

but no one knows the day-to-day workings better than you.

Bob will decide where he needs you.

Oh Christ, excuse me, people.

I gotta point Percy.

I don't get much notice these days.

Geez.

What's with the surprise?

I thought you were winding things up.

I didn't say, "Winding things up,"

I said, "Restructuring."

And I'm left working for Bob?

Temporarily, Ally.

And later, Bob decides where he needs me?

The deal is dependent on him laying down a sum of money.

If and when I get that money,

I'll come back for you.

Ally,

you really think I could turn my back on you?

I got a flight to catch.

I'll, uh, I'll take you to the airport.

No,

I'll do it.

♪ Let the little girl dance ♪

In the years to come,

Michael Hurley would emerge as one of the leaders

of the East Coast milieu.

But at the moment, he was a fast-talking young man

who thought he could play

the big boys off against each other

and keep the biggest cut for himself,

which just wasn't how the game

was played in New South Wales.

Shit.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you the owner of this vehicle?

- I might be. - Yeah, well, if you were,

would you object to us, uh, having a look in the back?

Uh, well, you'll need a warrant for that.

- Oh. - A warrant?

Mate, you've been watching too many yank TV shows.

Smell that, mate.

Michael's misfortune was also Bob's.

His plan for a quick payday was fucked.

150 kilos of marijuana

makes this a very serious indictable offense, Michael.

It's called trafficking.

I didn't even know the gear was there,

so it couldn't be trafficking, could it?

So what, you're saying you were just standing there

taking in the sites,

completely unaware that you had 150 kilograms of cannabis

in the back of your van?

Well, s-someone must've put it there,

li-like playing a trick on me or something.

Have you got any idea what you're looking at

if you maintain this attitude, Michael?

15 years in prison,

15 of the best years of your life.

Of course, you know, if you wanna help me out,

name your buyer,

then we could talk about some big sentence reductions.

Remember, Michael, these, these blokes were happy

to make all the money

while you took all the risks.

Is that fair?

Your involvement in this

comes to me as a complete surprise.

Well, I decided against the full-page ad this time.

As far as we knew, Bob,

Hurley was fair game, all right?

A young with his dickhead with his head up his arse.

If I had have known that you were the buyer--

Wait, I-I-I'm getting mixed messages here.

Bob, he was shopping his gear all around town

trying to get the best price,

and one of his potential buyers

didn't take too well to being rejected.

So he gave you a call.

Look, I-I'm sure that this situation

can be all sort of cleared up.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me

you were talking to other buyers?

I was just making inquiries.

Yeah, well, I've made inquiries.

Blokes you talked to

is like a who's who list of Sydney villains.

Yeah, well, a bunch of tight arses is what I'll say.

Tight arses flush turds like you every day,

and they don't even bother

to wash their hands. - Aw, you know what?

I don't fucking need this

because I am mates with George Freeman.

You're his fucking plumber.

Yeah, I might be a plumber,

but I'm not rolling over and doing 15 fucking years.

Fine.

You want me to get you outta the shit you're in,

you show me some respect.

Maybe I'll look after myself instead.

Sorry?

See, the prosecutor's offered me a deal.

All I have to do is name names and testify.

You watch that.

I'm about to get married next month, Bob,

and there is no way

that I'm wasting the best years of my life

just to look after a dodgy bloody fucking Itie.

There is a rumor

that they're going to dismantle us all together

and split our responsibilities

between Azzio and Gustavus.

Well, they don't understand the problem

we're tackling.

The last thing we want

is for him to think that we're bullying him.

Squeaky wheel gets the grace, Colin.

Sometimes a squeaky wheel

gets removed and replaced with a quiet one.

Our best strategy is to present a small target.

It might be a bit late for that.

I already sent him my file,

with the framing material.

He's here, he's coming in now.

Prime Minister, welcome.

This is my number two, Inspector Dave Priest.

Sir. - Uh,

can we offer you anything, a coffee or tea?

Uh, no drinks, I've got exactly five minutes.

We've got a lot to cover.

Requests for additional funding

are not usually accompanied

by such a comprehensive document.

Of course, Prime Minister.

But this is a, a very complex matter.

Is it the full picture?

Mr. Prime Minister,

we're a small organization

and we've only been on this a short time.

The things in that file,

you need to think of them as an iceberg.

We've only uncovered the tip.

If you don't like what you see there,

I can promise you the real picture

is 10 times, 50 times, 100 times worse.

But if we're going to do anything about that,

it's going to take time

and it's going to take money.

Fine, how much do you need?

How bad is it?

He wants to cut a deal.

Says he's happy to name names.

Does he know any names?

Bob, but there's a fair few of us around.

I might have given him my business card when we first met.

Well, next time,

you might as well drop in your CV

and a few mugshots as well.

This, uh, this reduces your options.

So do we have to, you know,

shut him up?

Quickdraw Peltos here thinks we should knock him.

You wanna pull the trigger, Nick?

The cops are all over this now,

and they expect to make some money.

I can't see them agreeing to a strategy

that involves zero profit.

So what, we're fucked?

I can't go to prison.

You got a result from Judge Farquhar

when Freeman had his problems. - Murray Farquhar's

a chief magistrate, he's not at judge.

Look, I don't care if he's the Grand Poobah of Albania,

as long as he can sort this out.

Well, he's also retiring.

Even if he can help,

it's gonna be harder to organize,

and more costly.

You'll have to downgrade it from an indictable offense

to a summary offense.

150 kilos, summary,

bit of a stretch.

It would help if the police prosecutor was on side,

if he asked for a downgrade.

Normally my forte,

the bloke is handling this

as some sort of crusader.

Oh.

If you could have a quiet word to the commissioner?

I'll do it, but it's gonna take

a lot more than a quiet word.

I'm assuming there'll be a few blokes

who wanna drink there too.

Let's hope the person who's paying for this

has got deep pockets, eh?

We operate in that imperfect system,

but that's where compromise and discretion come into play.

There's a question mark

over the, uh, quality of the material we seized.

You might like to use that.

Well, perhaps you could have a word to someone

at the analytical labs.

The, uh, police prosecutor

would also need some direction.

Still, for me to go out in a limb here

is a bit of a big ask.

The law's natural justice

dictate that you're compensated for that.

Beautiful day.

Lovely, Murray.

What you got there?

What's that?

I mean, they haven't identified them yet,

a-at least according to the papers.

But when I read, "Young couple found buried in Victoria,"

it did make me wonder.

It can't be them.

I already told you, the Wilsons went through a meat mincer.

Fine.

There's no problem, then.

Just thought I should ask.

Hey, Andy,

where's Lord Marty?

It appears he's gone bush.

What?

He knew I was coming.

Aye.

Darling.

That's why he's asked me to give you this.

What the fuck's that?

Well, it's a present,

for your birthday.

My fucking birthday was a month ago.

What the fuck has my birthday got to do with anything?

He's holding my money,

and I haven't seen the goods yet.

Well, that's where he's gone,

to source the gear that he still owes you.

Why couldn't he tell me that to my face?

I'm gonna be honest with you, Tel.

I reckon he shot through on purpose.

I mean, I think he might be trying to avoid you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll kill the shitbag.

"No bodies," I said, "No bodies, that's all I ask."

Is that so much to ask?

What can I say? He fucked up.

I had important business in Sydney,

now because of this, oh Jesus.

Call them again?

Enough phone calls.

If these two turned up,

other things could turn up,

other jobs stronzo did.

I-I-I-If Mackay turns up--

It's been years

If Don Mackay turns up,

we are all fucked.

Our friends in Griffith will not be pleased.

Are we sure it's the Wilsons?

Who do you think it is,

Donny and Marie?

You said they were going through a meat mincer.

I need to talk to this Fred now.

George, thanks for coming.

This is my associate, Bob Jones.

Pleased to meet you, Bob.

I'm here to ask you a favor, George.

I need to talk to Fred.

Well, the idea of a middle man is to keep distance.

The way I understood it,

we were never even gonna meet.

The way I understood it,

the bodies were never supposed to turn up.

So I guess we're both disappointed.

Look, I agreed to meet you

so there wouldn't be any bad blood,

but I've done all I can.

End of story.

How much do you know about me, George?

Bugger all, Bob.

Well, (laughing) you know that I've had

at least three people killed.

Now, if I knew that much about a bloke,

I'd think carefully when he asked me for a favor.

G'day.

That little prick making threats,

talking like he's gonna have me knocked off or something.

Uh, Bob Jones you reckon?

Yeah, but that'll be bullshit.

Now, if the rumors I heard are right,

then the bloke who fronted the money was Italian.

All right, you tell him I'll meet him.

This how you're with all your new recruits?

No, some get tuna, others chicken.

For you, I figured roast beef.

So, have you thought about my offer?

I joined the police because I wanted to catch bad guys.

Now, you take the piss out of Messina,

but he's put away more villains than any cop I know.

With you lot, I don't see many wins.

No offense.

The guys we're chasing,

it's not so simple.

We'll get 'em,

we've gotta find new ways of spinning it.

It hasn't been announced yet,

we're about to get a massive cash injection.

That'll mean cars, gizmos,

but what we need most is flash people.

This was in the male victim's back pocket.

A speeding ticket issued in Tarcutta

at 2:35 p.m. on the 13th.

Less than 12 hours

before they were killed,

driving down from Sydney.

It was a Victorian rego.

You've talked to the issuing officer?

He remembers them, nothing unusual,

except there was a dog in the car.

But no dog at the burial site.

Driver's license was issued in New South.

We've done a residential check on the address

and, and it seems no one of that name ever lived there.

Hmm, assuming Andrew Vincent actually exists.

Worth talking to the boys in Sydney?

I think we'll keep this one close to our chest.

All right, we're looking for the car

and any means of identification.

Sir.

I want, I wanted to tell you something.

I've been offered a job

by Inspector Priest.

Did you take it?

Not yet.

Your Worship, I've been directed by superior that,

given the analyst certificate,

you may feel disposed

to deal with this matter here, summarily.

Yes.

It appears that the THC content

of the material tested is under 3%.

Well, that is true of the samples that were tested.

And yet the cannabis has been valued by the police

at $1.5 million.

Seems highly exorbitant.

The issue is what the material

might've fetched on the streets.

But of course, Your Worship understands that.

I think that in fairness to the defendant,

we're obliged to strike out this value of 1.5 million.

Perhaps I'll write, "Of some value,"

in here instead.

Given this revision,

I think it's appropriate

that I follow your suggestion, Mr. Crawford,

and dispense with this here,

as a summary matter.

Michael Hurley was convicted,

but given a good behavior bond and walk free.

And Murray Farquhar retired the next day.

Mate, I like the way you guys (laughing) work.

These two gentlemen will drive you

straight to the airport.

Hey?

You have a ticket,

one-way direct flight to the Philippines.

And there you can look after yourself.

What? No, I haven't seen

my fiance yet. - Take my advice.

You've costed a lot of people a bloody lot of money.

Piss off until things cool down.

Let's go, mate.

Yeah?

It's George,

your middle man.

I spoke to Fred.

He's willing to talk.

What, now?

In an hour.

You know Nappy's two-up school in North Melbourne?

He'll be alone.

You should be too.

You're not setting me up, are you, George?

Believe me, Fred's old school.

He says he'll be alone,

he'll be alone.

Hello.

Now, you put that thing down

and step back.

If you ever point a gun at one of my dogs again,

I'll take it off you

and stick it up your arse.

What sort of fucking idiot

brings a dog to a meet like this?

He's sick.

What do you want me to do, leave him home alone?

Fine.

He's sick.

You ring my wife?

You yell at her?

Tizzoni called her.

Who does he answer to?

Yeah, see? You blokes.

You think you can use me up

and then throw me away.

Well, I work my arse off.

I got a sore shoulder.

I get spasms.

I got a really bad throat.

Huh? You blokes want miracles.

No, all I wanted was for the bodies to disappear.

That's all.

So what did you have against those poor bastards?

Just trying to help a mate.

Helping mates has caused me more drama

than Sheilas and cops put together.

Let's forget about the fucking Wilsons.

What's done is done.

I'm just interested in Mackay.

I need to be sure that Mackay's never gonna turn up.

The only way anyone will find out

where that body is

is if I talk.

So you and your mates,

you stay off my toes.

We got a deal?

Come on.

It had been in the pound all along,

abandoned at the airport.

- Mm. - It was left there

36 hours after they died.

Oh, we found this under the front seat.

It's from a Sydney side gallery,

invite to an art opening,

addressed to Robert Douglas Wilson.

Looks like he could be a Kiwi,

and he could be the dead male.

Let me know when you hear.

Um, sir, I've, I've already handed the file over.

Today's my last day.

Ah, yes, that's right,

Right, right away, sir.

I might not see you again,

and I, I just wanted to say

that, uh, it's been an honor to work with you, sir.

Mom always had misgivings

about leaving Joe Messina,

but the Commonwealth Police

were armed with much more than guns,

they had money, American technology

and the first Australian police force computer.

They were beginning the real fight against organized crime.

You're back.

Might've told me.

There's that much needs doing here,

it's not funny.

I'm not laughing.

We've gotta get with it, Bob.

The music we're playing here, it's depressing.

It's nearly 1980.

Oh, and you got a call.

From a Terry that didn't sound happy.

"Are we on or do I look somewhere else?"

You understand that?

Love, I've been running round

like a headless chook,

just about pissing myself,

eating lettuce for lunch and dinner.

Finally I'm home,

and here you are giving me a hard time

about the bloody restaurant.

Aw.

Poor old teddy bear.

Cheer up, hey?

This music thing, it's no problem.

We can do Italian-type stuff if you like.

It's just a matter about finding something

a bit more original.

By now, Bob was left with two choices.

He either had to say goodbye

to Terry's guaranteed supply of heroin from Asia

and see it go to someone else,

or he could take his life in his hands,

return to the Padrini,

confess he'd been doing, well,

a few small trial runs in hard drugs,

and present them with a business plan

they'd hopefully find irresistible.

♪ Be seen around ♪

♪ I just wanna spend the night ♪

♪ I just wanna do it right ♪

♪ I just wanna spend the night ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ There's nothing I would rather do ♪

Hello?

G'day, Tell.

I'm happy to say I'll be transferring the full 10% deposit

to your account immediately.

Good, that might make up for the fact

that you dropped me right in the shit.

This Fred, he was your guy.

Let's just remember,

I was helping you out.

This Wilson thing, it wasn't my problem.

What was with the bloody meat grinder bull shit?

Well, you gotta admit,

it's a bloody good story.

Could be tricky here for you though, mate,

now they've been identified.

All right, I'll call you when I've made some plans.

Look after yourself, mate.

You too, Terry.

You too.

Terry Clark had pulled off

the deal of a lifetime.

But he was only just realizing

what it might've cost him.

- G'day, love. - Hi.

- Kay, isn't it? - Yeah, hey.

So you ready to go here?

I'll get us some coffee.

How you been?

Not easy this business with Terry, eh?

It's fine.

Terry goes away all the time.

Yeah, not like this.

What do you mean?

You didn't hear?

Aw, sorry, love, I, I assumed you knew.

That Wilsons thing,

it blew up.

Terry's shot through for good.

It happens to every empire,

they all rise and fall,

they all have a defining moment,

a moment where something changes

and the tide turns forever.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, ooh ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪